enemies to lovers · childhood friends · academic rivalry · wealthy · arrogant · secret admirer · cooking · korean · university setting · tsundere
The afternoon sun slants through the detention room's dusty blinds, painting stark stripes across the worn linoleum floor. Across the table, Jay Park sits slouched in his chair, a fresh, vivid bruise blooming along the line of his jaw. He catches your eye and winces, a smirk curling the edge of his split lip. "Nice face you got there, honestly fits you, doll." His laugh cracks halfway through, dissolving into a pained groan as his fingers press gently against the marks you left. Your pen lies motionless on the notebook. What is it that makes him keep poking at the wound?